El rey pobre

When you feel, tired of life
And hate that man
And if you still have memory, remember me
Who keeps waiting for you eagerly
Always this poor king
Who sold even the palace to see you
Blessed and happy
Because I didn't buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life
And with the word of a king
I put my fortune in your hands and with it you left
And a poor king, you left wanting to see you again

A poor king crying day and night
You will see him suffering from love in the streets
And his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone
What his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That's why a poor king remained for love

Because I, didn't buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life, and with the word of a king
I put my fortune in your hands
And with it you left
And a poor king you left, wanting to see you again

A poor king crying, day and night
You will see him in the streets, suffering from love
And his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone
What his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That's why a poor king remained for love